She cannot be trusted
To do what is good,
She breaks all the rules,
Will not do what she should.

But who is this one
Telling her what to do?
This tyrant who makes
Such a hullabaloo?

Exhorts her to do things
That actually just happened,
Pretending to knowledge
Of life rich and patterned.

But hang on, that first one
Who’s always unruly,
Who is she exactly?
Just look at her truly.

For both of these two
Are ephemeral shades,
That think they’re important,
And crave accolades.

And this push-me-pull-you
Might get a surprise
When you cut off its heads
And watch matters arise.

Songs of Fulfilment, February 2026